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Ling Li thought about the appearance of his hometown all night, and some places were unusually distinct, but they were just some details that he remembered when he was a child, and he had almost no impression of the whole.

It seems that no one knows that Ling Li is originally from Lin'an. Compared with the chaotic situation of the year of leaving, Lin'an, which has become a new capital in recent years, can be called uneventful. It is impossible to judge whether it was due to the peace treaty signed between the imperial court and the Jin, but the further south you went, the calmer the situation appeared, and the desolation of Huaiyang under the rule of the Jin became more and more obvious. If it weren't for Yu Rui's relationship being well dredged, Heizhu would have been afraid that he would have lost his foothold a long time ago.

He got up after thinking all night, and it was cold inside the inn. Although he no longer heard the sound of rain, he intuitively felt that the rain had not stopped. Sure enough, when the window was opened, the rain was still continuous, and people with such ears as small as the sharp ears could not hear the sound.

Such a drizzle is not for people to advance, nor is it for retreat, but Ling Li was inexplicably excited and immediately decided to go on the road. The weather was etched in his memory, but he loved it purely because of his impression of a certain beauty, and on the other hand he hated the mud and the itching of the rain.

Rain can easily confuse the public. But it was strange, or rather, fortunately, he had not met anyone from Yiyutang since the day of the rain until he arrived in Lin'an Mansion. It was really raining lightly in Lin'an. He ran inexplicably with excitement. There are a lot of people in the market, and they are full of umbrellas and hats. The bluestone road is a little muddy, but the black footprints are still visible, along with the splashes of water that have been thrown or stepped on. Ling Li wants to cut corners. He took this shortcut and walked happily through the market, ignoring his dusty appearance and the posture of holding his sword in his hand, which was out of step with the citizens around him. He then turned to the street, and the carriage and sedan chair were left behind him in a blink of an eye. When he saw the gray lake in front of him, he almost flew up.

Since he was a child, he has missed the gray lake in this rainy weather.

He stopped. It's a bit cold. He looked at the other side of the lake from a distance, and saw that although it was rain and mist, the outline of the distant mountains was still clearly visible.

Sometimes, he would rather he didn't have such good eyesight.

He remembered his childhood home again. Maybe that's not a reason to come to Lin'an, but after leaving Huaiyang for fifteen years, where can you go except to return to the place where you were born?

It's not like he hasn't been back in fifteen years. He actually came more than once on the occasion of certain missions. However, the deserted courtyard he found from his memory was very different from his impression of his childhood "home", and he always thought that he had made a mistake.

He really can't remember what happened when he left Lin'an, anyway, he was already in the Black Bamboo Club when he knew a little about the world - the memories of his childhood, in addition to the appearance of his home, except for the rainy and misty lake, only the fragments of following his mother through the bamboo forest from time to time.